Thursday, May 24, 2007

Who's Guido?

If you live in Ottawa and don't have any other plans tomorrow night, go and see a wonderful production called "A Pirate's Life". It was written and directed by two Lisgar students, which is why I went, and it turns out it's actually hilarious, which is why I'm going again tomorrow and bringing more people. It was a part of Youth Infringement this year and they're doing a couple shows at Lisgar as well.

Incidentally, when Griffin came up to me 2 months ago and went "Hey Evey, want to do Youth Infringement this year? We need more people for the play." and I said "No I have work." what I should have said was "YES YES YES YES YES!"

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I will dress your eyelids/ with dimes upon your eyes

When waking up in at 4 in the morning 4 days a week, two things need to happen: you need to make get getting ready the path of only slightly more resistance than sleeping and you need motivation. The former I have covered by laying out my clothes (in two piles on my floor; one for rowing clothes, one for school clothes). I sometimes make myself a nice PB + J sandwich but often, I'd rather just go to bed the night before, so I dont.

With all those things covered, now is time to deal with motivation, which is key. Lack of motivation is why it takes me forever to get out of bed every morning. No matter what I have to do that day, keeping my poor, sad, sleep-deprived body in bed for just 5 minutes longer sounds so much better. Even if my parents aren't going to like it.

Today I had no problem. For the first time all week, I was psyched. I was ready. I was actually out of bed by 4:20. I had the best motivation: going back to bed.

You see, when I woke up, I knew three things: 1)We don't row in the rain 2) the weather network called for rain and 3) I could hear rain on my window. I was imagining myself coming home, crawling back into bed and sleeping for a couple more hours before heading off to my Insight Theatre show. I rushed in a more controled way through my morning routine and jumed into the car with my ride. I forgot my breakfast -- oh well, I was coming home! I didnt have tea -- no caffeine if I want more sleep!

When we arrived at the club, Craig, our coach, was already there. We all gathered around him and asked if we were rowing. He replied with ``Of course we`re rowing``.

Unfortunately, nothing would dissuade him. Not the head of the ORC saying (water`s too bad), not the other teams going in, not the novice boat breaking off a rudder, oh no. The senior women still went out and it was the scariest row of my life. The waves were pretty big -- even bigger for being in a boat six inches above the water. Especially toward the end, it seemed like we were on a roller coaster. The girls kept squealing and laughing and once we wre back on the dock, we all agreed it was the most fun ever. And that we`d never do it again. No one else went out on the water that day.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Cats = Love

You know, it's moments like these when I'm so glad I have my cat.

Lately, I've been feeling a little bit like everything is passing me by. It's not just the overwhelming schoolwork, but that is pretty bad. I just feel like I'm losing my connections with everyone. Kirsten and I keep fighting, Aidan and I broke up (I don't even know why I care at all about that one) I never get to see any of my friends because of being so obscenely busy... I feel overwhelmed, which is when I really want to reach out, but I don't know who to reach out to. Normally, I'd say Kirsten, but she'd only tell me how good things are for me and I shouldn't complain. I don't like that so much; I wish she'd support me more.

I'm also being a huge asshole to Mike, and I know it. It's not even his fault. It's me. I've been thinking about him a lot lately. It seems that being dumped (okay, so not really dumped, but in an ase, the relationship ended) by Aidan just brought back all this... I don't know. I've been thinking a lot about Mike lately, and it makes me very sad. I still can't do that remeniscing thing without feeling sad all over again. I miss him, and it makes me pretty angry. But more than angry, I just feel defeated, and that is a terrible thing to feel.

My Moon, My Man

Rosie is pretty jealous of my new toy. She doesn't like that, even though I'm in my room more, I spend a lot of time staring at some stupid machine instead of paying attention to her. It is very distressing.

Well, here it is, my new toy:


So, it was expensive and so far Vista is sometimes a bitch (Apple, please hurry up and fix the software so I can plug my ipod in to my computer!)... but it's mine and it makes me very happy. Also? That is a webcam on top. Oh yeah.
Today at work was very eventful. One of the rooms at the Homework Club has a sticky lock, and one of the grade 8s who work there got locked in accidentally. That was fun. Try keeping a group of nosy ten year olds in one place while something exciting is happenning in the other room.
Now I'm off to Lorien's for a fun night of Grey's watching and making fun of Mike, and Andrew when he gets home. Sweet!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The heat is so great it plays tricks with the eyes/ It turns road into water, water into sky

I want to take the afternoon off everyday. So much more civilised to go home and take a nap and then go to work. Who needs math and anthro anyway? Not I. Who needs more sleep? Me. For sure. Waking up at 4 every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday really takes its toll, especially with AP and homework until 11:30 at night.

AP exam! AP French exam was Monday. I missed the whole day (and was surprisingly not really behind at all) and it went ok. It lasted for 6 hours. At a certain point it stops being about your skills and starts being about endurance. I was so, so happy when I got to leave.

We have a regatta this weekend, for rowing. It might have to also be my last. I started going to physiotherapy for my back and my physiotherapist, this week, said that if my back isn't better for next week, then she wants me to stop rowing for a couple of weeks, which brings me to the end of the season. Frankly, I wouldn't be worried if I weighed less, because I could coxy, but there's no way I can coxy at all. Which means I'd just be off the team.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

The Undertaking

Well, somehow I survived The Clean-up of Lorien's room. 10 Things I Hate About You had it right; you do learn a lot about someone from the contents of their room. I learned quite a bit about Lorien. The first thing I learned was the most obvious thing. She is a packrat. Upon walking into her room, this was immediately apparent. The entire plac was covered in at east 2 feet of stuff. The floor was covered in clothes, the surfaces with clothes and papers. We spent two hours just going through all the stuff and making piles, throwing out the trash and piling the clothes to sort through. It was a huge undertaking and im pretty impressed at the results. You can now see the floor!

And it's official. I should be arriving in Indianapolis on July 25th. Mark your calendars! Anyone interested in going to a Harry Potter party? Again? Cause I'm just that cool.